I'm sick to my stomach. In a week I lost my home, my baby, and the love of my life. Everyone is giving up on me when I need them the most. I need help. I need support and everyone is running. I miss Seth, I love him more than anything in the world. I feel like he has abandoned me in my time of need. I'm scared. I've been praying these past few days and I feel God helping me but I feel like I need someone here to help me physically too. I guess Seth isn't made to help me. I just have to accept that. I'm going to church tomorrow. Maybe God could give me a little more guidance. After yesterday morning, when things didn't happen the way I planned, I got a whole new look at everything. I shouldn't be here. The man up stairs must really have big plans for me. Maybe I should respect that. With or without Seth, a home, a son or daughter, or even family. I have God. And he's going to take me somewhere. Life isn't going to be perfect. It's about getting through all the hell to get to heaven. So that's what I'm going to do, I'm going to be that warrior once again, and forever. If not for me, for August, my beautiful baby. After all, I'm invincible.